Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
No one said this had to be fun, I guess.
I can still back out, too. No one would know I chickened out, and no one would blame me. It’s crazy to think that I’m going to fuck a dragon just to get a mental connection with him so I can help him escape. Anyone I told that would hand me a knife and tell me to just cut his throat and put him out of his misery. That he’s the enemy. That I don’t owe him shit.
I look down at Zohr. He’s watching me, eyes whirling more gold by the moment. “Em-mah,” he murmurs. He says it like…a caress.
I can’t abandon him.
I close my eyes and psych myself up for this. I can have meaningless sex. I can. It’s common in the After. Women barter their bodies for protection or goods all the time back in the forts. Of course, I was booted out of a fort a long time ago, and if anyone here knew that I was still a virgin, they’d do their best to help me with that situation, whether I wanted it or not. Virgins in the After are about as common as unicorns.
Virginity’s not going to help me win this situation, though, so it’s time for it to go.
“You and me are about to become best friends, Zohr,” I murmur to him, sliding one leg over his hips and then straddling his thighs.
“Em-mah,” he murmurs again, and then groans low.
I freeze in place, thinking that I’m hurting him. That my weight on his hips is somehow causing him pain or pressing against his spiky cage-vest. But he licks his lips and his eyes go completely gold, and I realize what he’s feeling isn’t pain at all. He’s into this. He wants me to touch him.
And even though this feels weird and wrong, I’m kind of turned on. Maybe it’s the illicit danger of the situation, or the fact that I’m in power over this big, scary motherfucker who could tear me apart if he was free. Maybe it’s that he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me whole. Whatever it is, I shiver and feel a small pulse of desire deep in my belly.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper to him, placing my hand on his chest. “So you’re going to have to be patient with my fumbling.”
He says nothing—probably doesn’t understand a thing I’m saying, but he’s watching me, utterly intent. His skin is blazingly hot against mine, almost painfully so. I shift my hips against his, and he groans again. His cock is trapped between our bodies, and it feels enormous.
I need to quit stalling. I need to just do this.
I lick my dry lips and brace my hands and knees, raising my hips to try and guide him into me. It’s clear I don’t know what I’m doing, and after a few awkward nudges, I reach between us and take him in my hand. “Sorry if this is weird.” His skin’s burning hot, and when I place the head of him against my core, he’s not the only one that hisses. I don’t know if I’m wet enough for this. I don’t know if I’m ready. I don’t know that he’s not going to burn the shit out of me.
But I remember Sasha’s adoring gaze when she looked at Dakh. This has to work.
I hold my breath and adjust him, and then sink down. At first it feels like there’s no give, and then there’s a tight, uncomfortable sensation. I inwardly wince, but determination keeps me pressing forward.
“Em-mah,” he growls again, and his hips thrust upward, pushing him further into me.
I let out a surprised squeak, because that’s not an entirely pleasant sensation. “Slow, okay? Let’s go slow.”
His eyes focus on me, his nostrils flaring, and then he goes still. His expression is intent on my face, as if he’s waiting for me to set the pace.
I give him an awkward smile, my face tight as I try to push down on him a bit more. It feels like he’s got entirely too much stuffed into me already, but when I run a hand between us, I can tell by his length that he’s barely in me. Well, shit. This is hurting, too. I must be too dry. Even a virgin knows that if you aren’t ready, not much is going anywhere. But it’s hard to get aroused when you’re hurrying and terrified.
I need to take a moment and calm down. “Just be patient with me, okay, Zohr?” I put a hand on his stomach and then stroke his skin, because he’s scorchingly hot and it feels surprisingly good under my fingers. Inside me, he’s almost too hot, but under my hand, I kind of like it. He’s all muscles and ridges on his belly, and I’m fascinated by how hard his body is. You don’t run into a lot of well-shaped men anymore. They’re either all skinny and wiry, like Jack was, or they’re overfed and lazy, like my brother. Zohr in his human form is anything but. He doesn’t look like he’s had a lazy, indolent day ever. It’s kind of appealing. And the more I touch him, the more conscious I become of the head of his cock lodged just inside me.